This morning I got caught in a web of toxicity blended with accusing tones and bad grammar. With the banter going back and forth regarding she said, he said, I realized that after reading post after post, my heart started racing, I became irritated, and my head was on the verge of exploding. I am… Continue reading My Perspective
Month: September 2018
The Seasons
I am spending the early morning in my writing oasis tucked away from my house. The only sounds are the crickets and the clicking of the keyboard. My dogs were my alarm clock at 5 am urging me to get up and be creative. Okay, they had their own agenda, but I like to… Continue reading The Seasons
Employable
Three years ago, a special place took a chance on a young man with Down syndrome and offered him employment. Looking back, I still have a sense of awe about it how the process unfolded. When Bailey was born, I remember projecting into the future. I was fearful that there would never be a place… Continue reading Employable
Three Weddings, One Marriage
You probably read the title and were confused, but never fear an explanation is at hand. Yesterday, my husband and I celebrated our first year of marriage…..in the Catholic church. But, we have been married for the last twenty-six years. Still confused? Well, here is the story. Twenty-six years ago, I married Brian. It was… Continue reading Three Weddings, One Marriage
Selective
I have entered the stage of my life where selectivity is my new best friend. From writing assignments to social events, I am picky. I no longer feel like if I don’t seize an opportunity that I will be missing something. If it doesn’t work for me, then it goes into the pile of “no… Continue reading Selective
Stop Talking
There are certain social situations that continue to baffle me. We’ve all been there. You meet someone for the first time or possibly they are an acquaintance. The small talk starts and then, like a ninja, you are trapped in a long dissertation of something that happened to this individual. The definition of “small talk”… Continue reading Stop Talking
The Dinner
“Would you and Brian be willing to take us to dinner?” This was the question my 87 year old mother asked me a few weeks ago in regards to one of her longtime friends coming to town. Of course I agreed even though it might have been the last thing I wanted to do. With… Continue reading The Dinner
Hurry Up
My first day in a committed relationship with a writing schedule went well. Sure, I got a little overwhelmed with character development. Oh, and I got a headache from thinking too much, but as a whole, I would like to believe that I am on the right path. When I stopped and decided it was… Continue reading Hurry Up
What the Funk?
Unknowingly, I have slipped into some sort of abyss. Actually, being truly honest, I probably was aware of the slow immersion, but most recently have felt as if I were in some sort of quicksand. This is the journey of finding myself. At 51, I am trying to figure out what I want to be… Continue reading What the Funk?
Zip It
I abhor obnoxious individuals who solicit advice during athletic events. While I love to scream “get him, get him” or “run, run” during football games, you will not hear me say unkind words. Sure, I might ask the referee if he needs the number to my eye doctor, but it is merely out of concern… Continue reading Zip It